Don’t Complain

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ohh shit) Yeah Nah, I can't complain with them [Chorus] (Ohh shit) Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain We do the good cocaine And we don't feel no pain So yo, we don't complain (ohh shit) Everywhere I go people know my name We got the money and fame (ha-ha) And they don't treat me the same (they don't treat me the same, dog) But yo, I don't complain (ohh shit) [Verse 1] Yo Peckerwood status, live since Illmatic Barnacle static like radical fanatic Jump out the Benz with a semi-automatic And rob all my friends like a fucking drug addict Revolutionary, very necessary You couldn't bust a cherry Fuck your commentary I'm so legendary Born to get rhymer Youngsters act scary when they 'round the old timer Like "Yes, sir. No, sir. Truly, it's an honor" Farmer of drama Harvesting karma Kamikaze die bomber on suicide mission My mental condition 'bout to come to fruition I'm all natural, no preservative Style superlative You don't deserve to live We never truly die The God was never born Tell your vision lies And watch that murder porn (ohh shit) [Chorus] Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain We do the good cocaine And we don't feel no pain So yo, we don't complain (ohh shit) Everywhere I go people know my name We got the money and fame And they don't treat me the same But yo, I don't complain (ohh shit) [Verse 2] I smoke like Willie Party like Waylon Wilder than David Lee Roth from Van Halen Batshit crazier than you'll ever hear from Sarah Palin Here's to smooth sailin' on all these rough waters Mothers love their sons, fathers love their daughters All the things they give us and all the things they told us The love that first made us and all the things that taught us Like doing all the others Loving all your brothers (ohh shit) And helping out your neighbours when they need a hand But every woman solo went thru love like Paniolo And it is hard to tell a woman sometimes from a man (ohh shit) So all the confusion and everybody's losin' Livin' fake lives up on Instagram But everything is funny when you front for the money While the devil executes his fucking masterplan, like [Chorus] Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain We do the good cocaine And we don't feel no pain So yo, we don't complain (ohh shit) Everywhere I go people know my name We got the money and fame And they don't treat me the same But yo, I don't complain